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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma to the rap 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.