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 Poland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.