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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Quando Quango to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
UT,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.