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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Liliput to the rock 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.