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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.