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 India and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.