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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Patti Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.