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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.