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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.