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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.