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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.