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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Nico to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.