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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 mellotron 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 Mr. Review to the funk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.