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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Nas,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.