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 Nauru 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.