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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rosa Yemen 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.