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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.