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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Graham Central Station to the funk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.