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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
The Sound,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.