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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Sandy B to the jazz 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.