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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the funk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.