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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the punk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.