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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
Erasure,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.