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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.