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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.