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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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?
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Visage,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.