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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.