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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jacques Brel to the grime 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Jandek,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.