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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.