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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.