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 Malawi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.