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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
John Cale,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.