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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the dance 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Nas,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.