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 Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.