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 Andorra 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Wings,
The Martian,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.