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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.