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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Magma,
MC5,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.