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 Somalia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.