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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Nico,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
ABC,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.