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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.