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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 AZ to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.