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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.