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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.