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 Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.