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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.