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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.