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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.