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 Canada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.