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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.