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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.