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 Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 The Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.