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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Index,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.