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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.