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 Pakistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Sister Nancy to the funk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.