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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.