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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.