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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the rap 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Japan,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.