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 Angola and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.