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 Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.