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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.