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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Kool Moe Dee 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.