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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Al Stewart to the disco 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.