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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.