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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.