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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 arpeggiator 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Scientists,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.