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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 synthesizer 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.