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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.