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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 The Evens to the grunge 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.