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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.