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 Australia and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.