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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Simply Red,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.