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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.