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 Azerbaijan 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.