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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.