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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the crunk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.