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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.