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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Franke,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.