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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Hill to the disco 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.