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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.