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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Lalann to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.