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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Wings,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.