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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.