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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Victims to the punk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.