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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.