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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Japan to the grime 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
X-101,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.