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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalann to the punk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Jandek,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.