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 Spain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.