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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the punk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.