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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the punk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.