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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Slave,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.