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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.