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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 The Offenders to the disco 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.