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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Inner City,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.