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 Burkina and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 theremin 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust 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?
The Invisible,
Josef K,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.