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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Jacques Brel to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
ABC,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.