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 Jamaica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.