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 Finland and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Lyres,
Qualms,
a-ha,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.