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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boz Scaggs 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.