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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Pylon,
The Litter,
PIL,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.