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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.