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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Tommy Roe 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.