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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.