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 Nauru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.