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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.