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 Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
The Slits,
Fear,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.