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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 Salvador and Glasgow.
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 spring reverb 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.