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 Nigeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.