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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.