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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pretty Things to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.