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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Al Stewart to the funk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.