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 Nepal and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.