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 United States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.