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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.