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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.