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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.