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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Thompson Twins to the disco 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.