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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.