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 Indonesia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Can to the funk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Television,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.