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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.