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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.