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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Fear,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
New Order,
Josef K,
Nico,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.