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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Second Layer to the grime 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Smog,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.