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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Rites of Spring to the funk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Whodini,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.