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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the dance 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.