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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 The Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.