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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the techno 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.