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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Faust to the dance 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.