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 Germany and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Scientists,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.