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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Pantaleimon to the grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.