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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Index to the dance 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.