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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Jawbox to the crunk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.