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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.