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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Offenders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.