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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.