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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 The Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
the Human League,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.