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 Sudan 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Marc Almond to the funk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.