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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Brand Nubian to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.