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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 David McCallum 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
ABC,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.