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 Iran and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 güiro 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 Bluetip to the rock 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.