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 Latvia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 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 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 The Gladiators to the grime 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.