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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.