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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.