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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Ten City,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.