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 Sudan and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.