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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 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 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 Traffic Nightmare 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Scion,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.