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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.