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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
The Index,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.