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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.