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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.