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 Canada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Bill Wells to the grime 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.