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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer 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 David Axelrod to the rock 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.