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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.