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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.