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 China and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Eddi Front to the crunk 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Organ,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Technova,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.