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 Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Siglo XX to the dance 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.