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 Rwanda and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.