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 North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Faust,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.