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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Simply Red to the techno 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Slave,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.