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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 guitar 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.