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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 linndrum 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 Moleskins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
The Names,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.