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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the funk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.