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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.