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 China and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.