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 Haiti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
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.