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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
UT,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.