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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
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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.