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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Urselle to the grime 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.