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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 R.M.O. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.