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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 The Evens 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
cv313,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.