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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Swans 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.