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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.