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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.