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 Brunei and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.