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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Eve St. Jones to the punk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.