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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Fat Boys to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
The Human League,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.