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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.