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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.