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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.