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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Q65,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.