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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.