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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.