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 Kenya 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.