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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fuzztones to the grime 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Index,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.