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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Magazine,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.