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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Beijing and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies 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?
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.