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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Matthew Bourne 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Visage,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Wings,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.