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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.