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 Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.