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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 New York Dolls 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.