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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.