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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Brick,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.