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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 CMW to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.