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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.