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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Japan,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.