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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 Accra and Houston.
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 guitar 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 Silicon Teens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.