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 China 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.