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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.