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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the dance 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.