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 Kiribati and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.