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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Jacob Miller to the disco 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.