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 Denmark 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.