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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
MDC,
The Motions,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.