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 Greece and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Excepter,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.