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 Spain 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Neu! to the rock 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
Blancmange,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.