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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.