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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Organ,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.