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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 The Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.