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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the grunge 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.