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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Silicon Teens 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.