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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.