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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.