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 Suriname and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.