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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.