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 France and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.