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 Albania and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Pop Group to the grunge 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.