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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.