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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.