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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 This Heat to the grime 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.