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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.