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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mary Jane Girls 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel 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?
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.