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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Franke,
10cc,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.