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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
UT,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.