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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.