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 San Marino and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.