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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Inner City to the electroclash 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.