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 Burundi 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 marimba 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 Nirvana to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Can,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.