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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.