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 Portugal and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.