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 Armenia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.