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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.