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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.