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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 marimba 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.