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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson 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?
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.