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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.