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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.