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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 cv313 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.