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 Mozambique 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 marimba 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.