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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.