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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.