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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.