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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.