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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Whodini,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.