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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Thompson Twins to the grime 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.