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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.