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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.