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 Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.