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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.