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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.