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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Sandy B to the dance 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.