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 France and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.