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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.