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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Organ,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.