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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Visage,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.