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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.