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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.