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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 The Grass Roots to the electroclash 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.