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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
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 808 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Can,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.