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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Trojans to the rock 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.