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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.