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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.