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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Rosa Yemen 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.