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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.