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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Simply Red to the disco 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.