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 St Kitts & Nevis and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 New Age Steppers to the grime 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.