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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.