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 Singapore and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.