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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Main Source to the electroclash 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Slave,
the Swans,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.