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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.