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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.