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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.