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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Josef K to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.