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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.