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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DNA to the electroclash 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.