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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes 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?
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.