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 Iceland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.