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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Dirtbombs to the punk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.