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 Tuvalu 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.