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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.