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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 The American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.