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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.