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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.