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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
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Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.