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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Slave to the crunk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.