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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Faust,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
The Index,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.