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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.