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 Brunei and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
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The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.