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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.