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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Slackers to the grunge 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.