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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Normal to the disco 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.