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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.