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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.