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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Hoover to the dance 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.