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 Syria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
UT,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.