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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.