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 Mexico and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.