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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.