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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fall to the dance 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
the Association,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.