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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swell Maps to the techno 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.