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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 B.T. Express to the punk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.