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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.