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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.