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 Qatar 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.