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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.