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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s 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 Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Can,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.