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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
The Martian,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Nico,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
UT,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.