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 Norway and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.