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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Little Man to the grunge 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.