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 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Organ to the techno 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.