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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the rock 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.