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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Tom Boy to the rap 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
MC5,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.