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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 B.T. Express to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.