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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.