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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
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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.