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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
June of 44,
Nas,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.