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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Lyres to the grime 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.