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 Iraq and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.