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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 The Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.