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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Chrome to the electroclash 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
DNA,
The Cure,
MDC,
Magma,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.