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 Poland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
The Pop Group,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.