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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.