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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.