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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.