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 United States and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.