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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
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Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.