Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.