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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.