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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.