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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
June Days,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.