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 Spain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.