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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.