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 Canada and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.