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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.