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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Dave Gahan 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.