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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Saints to the electroclash 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.