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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.