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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.