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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Wire,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.