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 New Zealand 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.