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 Dominica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.