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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.