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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.