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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.