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 Malaysia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.