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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.