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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.