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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 David Axelrod to the grime 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
The Gories,
Neu!,
10cc,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.