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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sandy B to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.