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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
The Standells,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.