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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Franke,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.