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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.