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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Invisible 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.