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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.