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 France and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.