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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 The Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.