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 Greece 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Harmonia,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.