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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Lakeside to the grime 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.