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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vogues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.