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 Montenegro and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One 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?
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
MC5,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.