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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.