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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.