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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.