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 Germany and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Faraquet 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.