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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.