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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the techno 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.