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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
World's Most,
X-101,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.