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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Bill Near,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.