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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.