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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Franke,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.