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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.