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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 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 Funkadelic to the punk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.