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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.