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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.