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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.