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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.