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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.