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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 LL Cool J to the techno 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Wire,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.