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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.