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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Wings,
X-101,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.