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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.