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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.