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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Pole,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.