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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.