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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Main Source to the punk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Magma,
AZ,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.