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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.