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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.