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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 The Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.