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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.