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 Cambodia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Inner City,
Visage,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Slave,
DNA,
Josef K,
Skarface,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.