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 Italy 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.