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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the disco 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.