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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Index,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.