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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.