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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 disco 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.