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 Georgia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.