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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.