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 Syria and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.