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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Magma,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.