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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.