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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Royal Trux to the dance 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Mars,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.