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 Yemen and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.