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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
The Litter,
JFA,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.