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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Monks,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.