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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.