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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the jazz 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.