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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the techno 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.