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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.