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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
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 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.