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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Blues Magoos to the grunge 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.