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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.