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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Japan,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.