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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.