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 Hungary 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.