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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
The Evens,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.