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 Thailand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
PIL,
Echospace,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.