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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Excepter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.