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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.