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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.