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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 The Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell 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?
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.