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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.