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 Bhutan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.