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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Seeds to the rock 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.