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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.