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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Technova,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.