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 Portugal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.