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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Scion,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City 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.