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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.