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 Thailand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 The Martian to the jazz 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.