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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.