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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.