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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 guitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.