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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the grunge 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.