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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Wolf Eyes 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.