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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Offenders to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.