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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
MDC,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.