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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Nico,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Niagra,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.