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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radio Birdman to the grime 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Nico,
CMW,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
X-102,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.