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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.