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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.