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 Belize and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.