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 Uganda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 New Order to the crunk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.