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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Young Rascals to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.