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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Second Layer to the disco 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.