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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delta 5 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.