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 Burkina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Franke,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.