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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Index,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.