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 the UAE and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.