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 Gabon and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.