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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Brick,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.