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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.