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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grunge 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.