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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 World's Most to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
X-101,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.