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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
The Names,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.