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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.