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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.