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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.