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 New Zealand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Faust,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.