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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.