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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Franke,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.