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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.