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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 The Searchers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.