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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.