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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.