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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.