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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.