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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.