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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed to the jazz 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.