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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
John Cale,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Ludus,
the Normal,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.