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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Divine Comedy to the punk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.