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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Faust,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.