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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
MDC,
The Index,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.