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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.