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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Slave,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
EPMD,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.