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 Iran 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control 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?
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.