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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.