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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Magma,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.