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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 United States of America to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.