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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.