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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.