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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joe Finger to the dance 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Japan,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.