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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 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 The Gladiators to the crunk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Faust,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.