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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.