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 Estonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dead C to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Ludus,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.