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 Sudan and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.