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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 linndrum 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 Unwound to the dance 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.