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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.