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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.