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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.