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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.