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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.