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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.