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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.