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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.