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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.