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 China and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.