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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Subhumans to the disco 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.