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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.