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 Australia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the rock 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.