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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.