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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moss Icon to the rock 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.