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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.