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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.