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 Mongolia and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Amazonics to the grime 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.