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 Mali and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep 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 grunge 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.