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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.