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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.