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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.