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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Aaron Thompson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.