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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Amon Düül II to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.