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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Alison Limerick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.