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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Star Department to the electroclash 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.