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 Benin and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
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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.