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 Moldova and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.